As simple as you may see it,
Is not always as it is,

Things that seem most easy,
Turn out the hardest of them all.

If only everything,
Could be so plain,

To see, to live,
To hope, to dream.

In all reality,
Nothing is as it seems,

From love to lust,
Hate to anger.

Springing from something so incomplex,
Something that could crush a mortal soul,

To end all life as we had known it,
To begin one more insightful.

A mistake anyone could make,
But one not made again,

To love, to forgive,
And be happy to the end.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Naturalis, in the year 496 AD.